Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.